Phighting X Reader Novels & Stories

Xander's POV I step behind the bag to steady it for her, bracing my stance as she squares up. Then she unleashes—and holy fuck. I’m instantly grateful for the barrier between us because watching Zahra fight is like watching a goddess made of lightning and fury. Every strike lands sharp and precise, fists and feet moving in a blur. The bag jolts against my grip with every hit, the power behind her punches enough to make my arms ache just holding it steady. She’s all strength and rhythm, a Valkyrie in motion.

it shouted. That gesture was not random. Felix had used the simplest soul attack technique from the Phaeron Codex while intentionally weakening his soul energy. After all, Xena had warned against instant kills, as the Phantoms' arrival served to gather information. This was his only option. The Phantom staggered in circles, clutching its head before collapsing. Though it appeared unharmed, its soul was destroyed, and it was now dead. The three mouths dissipated, revealing a blonde middle-aged man.

’ I raise my fists, both coated in alarming amounts of layered pressure. Breathing steady. I watch him through the broken screen of Darien’s glasses. The first fist comes down on his chest. Then the next. And another in slow thoughtful rhythms. But with each hit, the thuds get louder, and louder. While the rhythm gets faster and stronger and faster. When I pause, I lean down into his bloodied disfigured face. Phineas looks up at me through blood-filled eyes. “…finish it.” For a moment, I think about Darien.

Following that, the two of them started fighting. Standing aside, Raeleigh shouted and urged them to stop fighting. Jepherson took no notice of her words and threw several continuous punches at Xanthus. Xanthus dodged them all, but Jepherson's first punch was so fierce that he bled. He took a few steps back before he could stand firm. Santiago was unable to put up with it any longer. Hence, he stepped forward to block the attack. Jepherson was throwing a powerful punch at Xanthus's direction when Santiago advanced towards him. Jepherson then withdrew his fist at that critical moment.

“We will see.” Carolina had only one move for this kind of brawl—fast, focused, absolute. The pack followed her without cue. They did not fight pretty, but they fought real, teeth and bottles and the old brick from behind the oven. Xander saw bodies collide, watched blood and magic spark on the street, saw Mira take a hard punch and bounce up, grinning. He felt time stretch and shrink, until the world was reduced to breath and the taste of metal in his mouth.

Now I'm standing in front of my best friend about to engage in a fight. The twelve midnight hits and my fight with Jaxon begins. Inside the tent, my bones crack and my beast takes over. Jaxon is already fully transformed and waiting outside. He growls at my sight. I sneer back. He makes the first move using his claws to target my neck which I swiftly dodge. Unlike me, Nathan abhors physical training. I very much know I will end up hurting him if I let my beast fight with our full strength. But he doesn't know it's me he's facing yet.

My clit throbbed with every heartbeat “Isn’t this what you wanted, Muna?” His voice stayed calm, almost gentle, but the words cut deep. “You have fantasized about me so much you couldn’t help giving yourself pleasure on my bed. I bet you were thinking of me the whole time, pumping those fingers in and out of your pussy. I saw how wet you were. I saw how your body shook when you looked up and saw me standing there. I saw how hard your nipples were, begging for attention, begging for my mouth” He pried my arms away from my chest and pinned them lightly above my head with one hand “I told you I came here to sin. And that is exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to use you however I want while

A rogue lunged for his throat—then dropped, Dante’s fist crushing his jaw. “Stay sharp, Blackthorn,” Dante growled, spinning into another strike. “Don’t tell me what to do!” Aiden snarled back, but he shifted closer, their backs slamming together as another wave hit. They fought like one. Strike, block, counter. Rogues fell at their feet, the floor slick with blood. One wolf slammed Aiden into the wall, claws ripping across his ribs. Pain flared, hot and blinding. He staggered— —and Dante was there, dragging the rogue off, slamming his head into the floor until the concrete cracked.

“Come on you fucking pussy, you not ready to die?” I continued to dodge, slowly heading backwards towards one of the tiled walls of the pit. Some booing began, no blood was not the sign of a good fight. “I’ll fuck her properly for you man,” he said, making me look at his eye, just as he wanted, causing him to land a vicious swipe across my chest. Blood seeped and it stung like shit. Kohl chided me for losing focus. It was my turn to attack, instead of swinging wildly I leapt forward like a tiger, wrestled Xavier to the ground, pinning him like prey.

Phantom’s body is more chiseled and honed by his profession. Fortunately, the brawl is halted when Priest and Heathen grab ahold of them and pull them apart. Both men are foaming at the mouth as they gaze heatedly into each other’s eyes. Hunter yells out from his bloody and swollen lips. “Stay away from my girlfriend, you confederate sister fucker!” Phantom spits blood from his lips and grits out. “Suck my dick, you soft-handed Yankee piece of shit! I’ll fuck your girl over your skinny dead body.”